All Chapters of A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KALMIA’S POV The shine in her eyes was something that I had never in all these days observed; it was a chilly impersonation of nobility, razor-tipped in its subtlety, just like the voice that turned on me. It was almost like she materialized from under some boundaries around fair; Jemima possessed a brusque and undeniable self that she wore only but occasionally. Stepping in closer, I reached out in concern, asking in a gentle, soft tone, "What did get changed?" I had been somewhat genuinely confused, considering so many reasons why something so terrible could have brought in so much change. Jemima had been my friend, my confidante, the one who selflessly took care of Dawn, my darling daughter, for months. But now, I looked into her eyes, and I was staring at that stranger raging and fuming in great resent. The hurtful bites of her words struck like a vicious rebuke cutting through me, "Please spare me your care." I felt the cutting of hurt and betrayal in my heart as I asked, "I

JEMIMA’S POV "Nincompoops," I hung the call saying, just above a simmering degree, my anger and frustration below the surface. "I'll be your frustrating Kalmia," I mumbled, low and ominous, "I can make your life a living hell." The venom flowed from my agitated heart, akin to the poisonous emotions simmering deep inside me. The voices became louder, swelling my heart with rage, thumping against my temples, and rising to the surface in anger. With phone in hand, I designed to scroll through the contacts to find someone to confide in regarding this matter. I needed a shoulder to lean on. I scrolled down the names until it lit on one- Visha- and dialed her number. The ringing did not last long, however, because there was no pickup, so I felt disappointed and worried. What if she was busy? What if she did not want to talk to me? My room looked normal but strange. Everything was serious, but the sound of my breaths was heard clearly. Then I called again and kept drumming my fingers on t

JEMIMA’S POV Arrow's voice spoke with a layer of worry, turning into me to overview the surface of my face for any signs of distress. His searching view traveled over my lips, my cheeks, my eyes, inquiring about what might be upsetting me. "What is it, Jemima? What's the problem?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern, words nearly a whisper. I chuckled and with a sly playful smile on my lips, shook my head. "Nothing, Arrow," I said, speaking almost inaudibly, a slight teasing intonation underlying every word. Arrow's narrowed eyes bore down into me as though seeking the whole truth, racing with possibilities in his head. He turned his face towards the wall, all muscles inside rigid with expectancy, body language practically jumping to compete in a tension created by a fight against my charms. "Yes, I am, my love," my voice had a low seductive growl holding words like heavy gumdrops of longing, "I'm sick, and then the doctor said I need you as my medication." Arrow drew a little

JEMIMA’S POV Arrow lay beside me, sweet and tender after all, sorely consumed with lust, his body languid across mine, as he slipped into dreams, the look of serenity etched on his sleeping visage, his eyelids fluttering slightly, almost as though chasing something with his subconscious. Later that evening, I woke fully tired and fatigued from the untouched spell of sweet lovemaking. Sore muscles, sensitivity of skin, and an ever-racing heart were still alive with excitement when I thought about our marriage. I turned my eyes and found Arrow lying peacefully in front of me, so calm; with every breath of his, tranquility filled the room, all on account of him. Arrow continued and sounded being, completely unaware of my gaze fixed on his forehead. With love and adoration in my heart, I leaned over him, moving with the emotions that filled my soul, kissed him on his forehead, brushing my lips lightly against his skin, so still and gently at peace, with a light kiss soft and tender. Su

JEMIMA’S POV Why do you speak like that, Arrow that I stood there with my lock of eyes to Arrow's voice an inch above whisper? The words were suspended in the following silence that accompanied my wait for his answer, pounding in my ears with anticipation. "I'm listening to myself," Arrow said confusedly. "I know what I've said," he said with narrowed eyes as he landed heavy gazes on me. He continued, "I'll be expecting a child soon." Those words hit like a bomb in my system. I felt my eyes widen, with my breath caught in my throat and staring at Arrow, and my mind whirling with their implications. "What child are you talking about, Arrow?" I asked her with a slight tremble in my voice as my heart raced with expectation. Arrow's eyes switched to mine, a note of curiosity in his voice as he asked, "So we had sex, right?" The words hung in the air because of the shared intimacy, passion that burned between us in time past. "And sex leads to fertilisation," Arrow continued, voice